By: Trish Majeski
The moon shone making a mystical lighting in the forest; there
was no one around but the girl who sat and waited, and the animals
that surrounded her. This girl waited for someone who wouldn’t come,
As snow started falling from the sky the girl felt even lonelier
then she ever had in her life, she felt that the creature she had
seen would not keep his promise and meet her at this log on which she
sat, and waited like her life depended on it.
For the third time in the last hour some bushes rustled and she
found herself full of hope again, but to her disappointment it was
just more wild life. A doe stopped to look at this girl who seemed to
be in her early 20’s; she had long hair that looked like the moons
light it’s self, her face was long and skinny but carved with sadness.
The doe didn’t like the girl being so sad it made the animals
fear for themselves and the plants seem to wither away. Her food was
the plants and with her sadness spreading like a virus the food
didn’t taste as good.
Slowly the doe crept up to the girl, curious, not expecting
anything to happen. Little did the poor forest animal know that the
girl had a pet wolf, Shebah. Every step the doe took towards the girl
was another step closer her death. Nor did she know her mate was
right behind her watching the girl also.
When the doe was finally close enough to lick the girls face the
girl looked up. Her face was tearing and her mood was scary, so the
doe backed up. Shebah watched as her meal walked away and gave a sad
cry the girl couldn’t handle, and a new wave of tear erupted from her
The snow was now melting through her jacket and she became cold
and tired. She laid down on the log she had been sitting on, positive
she wouldn’t wake from this slumber. The girl started to close her
eyes but saw nothing of the creature she’d been waiting for.
The girl was full of rage and sadness. Nothing had gone right and
it seemed nothing was going to start to change.
Her eyes were slits now but this time in her vision was a shape,
it looked like a body. She tried to get up, to open her eyes but she
couldn’t. Now her eyes were closed and she felt a warm hand on her
back, she finally felt at peace.
The girl died that night and her wolf laid on her trying to keep her warm.
Then I woke up with a wet face and I knew it was my tears from my sleep.
How will I hold on? When everyday is a nightmare and every night
is worse, I don’t sleep well and my mother finds the time to worry
about getting to her new boyfriend’s house before she worries about
me . . . what is happening?
I got up from my comfy spot on my bed then changed out of my
pajamas, after brushing my hair I went downstairs ready for my mother
to once again ignore the dark circles under my eyes.
“I was crying when I woke up this morning. . .” I looked at my
mom wondering if she believed me, she showed no sign of it; in fact
she had no expression on her face. Her features were exactly like
mine, high cheekbones, black hair, electric blue eyes, and curves.
Yes we had the curse of curves and a good body, I just looked younger
“Honey, I need to talk to you about . . .” She looked so serious.
But she didn’t listen to what I had to say she pushed it to the side
like it was nothing, I had to cut her off.
“Mom, were you even listen to what I had to say?!” She just
looked at me like I was crazy, I haven’t been sleeping well and she
just looks at me like I’m crazy, she is so irresponsible. Heck I
don’t even want to call her my mom right now.
My so called ‘mother’ was just looking at me with an emotionless
face, like I didn’t matter, like nothing mattered. She is ticking me
off and I am positive she wants to; I mean really what kind of mother
Talking, my mother was a master at that . . . but at the moment
it seemed she wasn’t going to talk to me. At the same time my mother
was probably dreading the fact that I hate her right now, I want to
talk to her and feel her wise words seep in like magic, like magic
Carla my mom made a long sigh to show I won and I couldn’t help
but look up hopeful that I actually did win. “Okay sweetie . . . what
did you dream about tonight?” God she sounded like my counselor even
though she has been counseling my dreams.
I paused to think of what I should say. “A girl was waiting in a
forest for a creature . . .” A look of worry crossed my mother’s
face, like she was worried.
Her voice was quaky when she spoke. “Where is this forest?” I was
now worried. Why does this dream out of any other dream matter?
What is so special about this dream and none of my others? “It
looked like Alaska, around that lodge dad took me to when he—“ No you
idiot don’t bring that up! But mom obviously wanted me to continue,
she had that look in her eye. “It looked around the lodge that he
took me to, the day before he disappeared.”
A single tear dripped down mom’s face and I knew I had done it
now. Why did you say that? Now she’s sad, you stupid little girl.
I froze with horror not sure what to do, what was the last
sentence I thought? What? “Now she’s sad, you stupid little girl”?
Well you did make your mother sad, our mother sad.
After a moment of silence between my mother and me, (I had been
listening to the couple sentences that slipped out of some corner in
my mind, trying to take over and control.) I had come to the
conclusion I want to hear what my mom wants to say.
I drew in a deep breath; put my head down ready to be scolded for
mentioning my dad. But it never came.
What came was the floor and the black that shielded my vision,
making all my senses go down.
I don’t know how much time went by before I woke up.
We are a flock,
We live in this dark cave.
Get me a mop,
Wipe up this tear parade.”
I moan in disapproval as I heard the song flow from someone’s
lips. Their song is like a web, spun from a tough life and hard
When the unwanted short song finally ended I noticed I was in
pain. A sharp shoot of pain slithers its way up my back. Every few
seconds or so the slithering pain stops, then I feel like the snake
in my back has taken a bite and then the snake continues up my back.
I screamed in agony from the sudden attacking feeling, then a
melting feeling over comes like I’ve been transformed to butter. All
the pain has gone.
There was a boy ahead of me; it was too dark to know his
features, but I’m sure he was handsome. I felt the eyes of the
stranger looking at me; I looked around to see if he had anyone with
him, but we were alone.
I took my time to think about my situation; A) even with the dark
shadow covering him he looked about my age. B) He could be a
dangerous ---I took a moment to steal a glace at him--- . . . or not
. . . C) supposing he was nice I could ask him to keep singing his
lullaby D) even if he was evil I can’t really move, sure I feel like
butter but I’m positive once I move I will collapse.
I didn’t like my two choices very much, I felt like this was a
“Choose your own Adventure” book. In the end I went with “C”.
“Eh . . . um excuse me.” My voice was cracking and I was
embarrassed. He looked at my face and nodded as if he knew what I was
going to ask.
I watched the dark shadows I figured were his lips. Then I
listened to the voice with much intensity, it was soft and creamy, it
was elegant and sweet, it was perfect.
He sung the same song as before, but although the song was short,
the music was beautiful, his voice was beautiful.
I started to wish no more then being with him, but the thought
was ridiculous; he was a stranger a person that hasn’t even talked to
I felt like I was going to faint, like a small tugging at my
consciousness, a tugging at my life in the stone room of shadows with
a strange boy.
I could feel the tugging growing harder and it reminded me of
waking up from a dream, a bad dream.
Hey you stupid little brat! What do you think you’re doing hmmm?
This is my world, the one room you let me have. It’s cold as stone,
and for entertainment I get this boy. Have you come to claim it back?
I won’t let you, you can’t have it.
This wasn’t fair, I didn’t even have my head to me self, no time
to think and my thoughts are disobeying.
Disobeying?! You want to see disobeying, get ready I’m about to
break our deepest rule.
Rule, what rule? I thought frantically as I wanted the voice of
an angel to go away.
I felt a pounding in my head, a pounding in my heart, I felt
dizzy, and I dropped.
Everything around me was shattering; nothing around me existed
except for the girl in front of me.
She gave me a smug smirk while I stared in awe at her beauty.
Pale winter snow skin glistened in a light that wasn’t there, black
eyes looked curiously at me as if they were hungry, she had the most
perfect nose, and a smile from an angel. Her hair was an amazing
paper white, and it was very long.
She grabbed my arm with such strength I was afraid of my arm
breaking. I looked down at her delicate looking hands and noticed her
long finger nails; it seemed she had a manicure.
The pain in my arm grew as she slowing dug her finger nails in,
then it hit me . . . she was just toying with me. As I realized this
she bend her head down and looked in my eyes. Her eyes told me she
was hungry but her smile told me she was frail.
I felt sorry for the girl, I felt sorry for the creature. She may
have thought that she was emotion-less but I felt her sadness and
pain, pain worse then the pain coursing through my arm and body.
Her pain was different, like it came from an unhealed heart. I
could feel the tears pooling up in my eyes and the embarrassment that
followed. She had led such a sad life so far, and it seemed to be my
fault, it seemed like I deserved the pain that had consumed my body.
The creature’s smile faded then quickly returned then she started
laughing, soon her voice flooded out of her mouth and I couldn’t even
think. “How do you like what you will become?” Speechless that is
where she left me. “Can you wait to be just like me?” I shook my head
“Do you realize the pain I’ve gone through because of you?” I
nodded, because I could feel it, it radiated off of her like a
I blinked and the tears that had welled up in my eyes dripped
down, one of the tears fell on her arm and quickly she looked hurt.
I worked and thought through everything that ever gave me courage
just so I could build up enough to talk to her. “I’m sorry I’ve hurt
you.” I could hear it in my head, I was pleading not apologizing.
I worked up more courage so I could try again. “I’m sorry about
everything I ever did to you.” She squeezed my arm harder and I let
out a squeak of pain. “I’m sorry I’m so horrible to you.” She cocked
and eyebrow. “I’ll give you anything, any room in my head or heart
I never realized her smiled had faded but it came to me when she
let out and evil laugh.
“Anything I want huh?” Her voice came out in rolls of beauty.
“Let’s start by you waking up.” I was confused, it never occurred to
me I might be sleeping.
Her grip on my arm was loosening, as were my tears stopping. A
grateful urge sunk through me and I realized how pleased I was with
I may have accidentally fallen in love with myself. She blushed
at the same thought as me or so I thought, it was then I noticed my
tears had stopped and the two of us were giggling.
I didn’t feel I could believe it myself. Soon I woke myself from
the dream I was having and I felt a strange peace wash through me,
was it really a dream?
The girl’s face popped up in my mind, she had an evil smile glued
to the perfect skin that was known as her mouth.
I was jealous of the girl and her perfections, wishing if only I
was her but the sad truth was I wasn’t.
How do you like what you will become? Her words echoed in my
head, as if it was written in bold print, like a law placed in a dark
corner; a law that was meant for only me, a law I could be jealous
of, and ponder forever.
My eyes were still closed because I could hear my mother on the
phone next to me; she was worrying and nearly screaming into the
receiver, I could see it in my head. . . I could see her wet face and
I almost laughed.
Anything I want? I want your whole body. What had been a
supposable dream was speaking to me, I had to reply.
I had a feeling she already knew my answer before I said it, that
may have been the reason for her growling, her constant growling that
hurt my heart but I was still going to answer my true honest answer.
You can have my body if I can have control. I replied, hoping
that wasn’t breaking my promise from earlier.
Why don’t you come back to my home and we can talk it over. Her
voice seemed nice but her intentions seemed bad. No way. I hoped that
wasn’t making me a liar either.
“Darsus, please I’m asking to you to come see you daughter.” I
had forgotten that my mother was in the room, I had even crossed out
her voice when it went through my head, so why did I have to hear
My mother was silent as if listening to someone but then she
suddenly sigh and started up again. “You’ve been neglecting you
daughter for 9 years, it’s about time you came here and said you were
sorry . . . I under stand but . . . she’d get used to you, how could
your daughter hate even that side of you?” She paused even longer
this time, longer then before. “So you’re coming? Thank you.”
I pretended to wake up to a sudden shaking of my shoulder. When I
looked up and saw my mother’s face she looked relieved, it surprised
me when she started talking. “Honey I just got a call from the state,
they found your father, he was lost in the forest, says he’s been
living there for a while . . . he’s on his way here.” I looked at my
mother as if happy to hear the news. Liar! How could you lie to us?!
We just heard you; you knew where he was all along.
I was surprised to hear the beautiful voice, and sadly I agreed.
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